Okay, Hi.

This is my first ST ff and I haven't seen much of the original series so if their are any obnoxiously obvious errors feel free to point them out. Just remember, this is an AU so it is going to stray from the canon story line quite a bit.

The song for Spock's part was Bohemian Rapsody by Queen

and for Kirk's was Celebrity Status by Marianas Trench


Worlds Apart~

"The Embassy has reached a verdict; you are no longer welcome on Vulcan. Your leave is effective as soon as you are ready to depart."

When 13 year old Spock heard these words (straight from his father's stoic mouth) he was not surprised. His presence on Vulcan was a long debated topic; exhausted by scholars and ambassadors who made their distaste for the Vulcan-Human hybrid known. (He's not truly Vulcan…He cannot follow our rigorous ways…)

So no, Spock knew this was coming. He had just foolishly believed his father wouldn't let it happen.

Sarek and him were seated across from each other at the dinner table, Spock's long slender fingers curled around a piece of fruit. The juicy light pink fruit had been halfway to the boy's mouth but after Sarek finished speaking he couldn't seem to raise his hand any further. I-Chaya bumped his massive head against the boy's arm, knocking the fruit to the ground where the Sehlat lapped it up.

"Spock."

Where there was normally a disapproving edge to his father's tone, Spock could detect nothing. Emotionless; a true Vulcan. He swallowed, throat feeling uncomfortably dry and raw. "Yes Father?"

"Do you comprehend my previous statement?"

Spock lowered his hazel eyes to his hands. With nothing to hold they were resting uselessly in his lap. He noticed a loose thread on the hem of his tunic and made a mental note to cut it later. "I…do father." He internally winced; Vulcan's did not hesitate. The Embassy was right; Spock did not belong here.

Sarek continued, "I have arranged a ship to bring you to Earth (Sarek said 'Earth' like one might pronounce 'disease' or 'annoyance') where you will stay with acquaintances of your mother." It was always 'your mother'. Sarek did not speak her name anymore.

Spock did not know how to respond (really what could he say?) so he remained silent, eyes refusing to meet his father's. I-Chaya bumped him again, coarse fur brushing against his chilled skin, most logically hoping for more fallen nourishment.

"I-I will go pack my belongings." His voice was tiny, stutter barely noticeable, and he abruptly stood from the table. Spock's knobby knees crashed into the edge of his chair which in turn hit the table and bowls and plates crashed to the ground, sloshing their respective foodstuffs onto the ground. Still Sarek did not chastise his fumbling son, merely watched with hardened eyes as Spock bowed his head and rushed from the room.

Spock needed to meditate. His body was shaking uncontrollably and his thoughts would not calm. Why would father let this happen, I cannot go live on Earth, Who will feed I-Chaya… and…I am not wanted.

His panicked eyes raked around his pristine room settling on the once holographic picture of Amanda that he'd kept. Sarek had not approved of it but Spock was stubborn (another undesirable human trait) so it sat on his desk alongside various school papers. Where will I go to school on Earth?!

He took a deep breath trying to calm his racing mind and turned his gaze on the window above his bed. It overlooked the garden and every morning at precisely 6:00 it let in a streak of deep golden red light that never failed to arouse Spock who was an extremely light sleeper. It would warm his cool skin and he would blink open his eyes and soak up the rays and he would be content.

Sometimes Vulcan displeased him (It was hot and dry and he was discriminated because of his heritage) but standing here now he was 99.98% sure that he didn't want to leave. Vulcan was his home.

If Amanda were still alive she wouldn't have allowed this to happen. She was just as stubborn as Spock (perhaps more so) and she'd been protecting Spock from the other Vulcan's since long before he could remember. He padded lightly over to his wardrobe mentally calculating the amount of belongings he would need on Earth. His whole body felt leadened, mind throwing up mental walls faster than he could count. He couldn't do this… he couldn't be expected to just pack up and leave.

Unable to conquer the growing fear he trembled once and sunk to the floor, crossing his legs in front of him. He would do this. For his mother if nothing else.

That's where Serek found him 2.9 hours later, Spock's thin face lax, eyes gently squeezed shut. His chest rose and fell rhythmically, in sync with the giant Sehlat curled around him. Sarek felt a burning sensation in the back of his mind and it took him a few moments to place the unfamiliar sensation. Amanda had spoke of it often when they fought. Anger.

He was angry and he did not know why. He cared for Spock but it was only logical that he follow the suggestions of his fellow Ambassadors. It was true that conceiving his son had been a mistake. One that both he and his wife had payed dearly for.

"Spock," He said louder than usual in attempt to arouse the boy, "It is time to depart."

Spock's hazel eyes snapped open and landed on his father's figure. They were emotionless; 100% Vulcan eyes.


James Tiberious Kirk, call me Jim, was settled between his two best friends, Bones and Scotty, when he got the call from his mom. Scotty had both hands clenched tight to the wheel of the antique car (it was the third time Jim had stolen it and this time it wasn't really even his fault! Scotty had begged to see the engine and-)

"Hey mom!" He said cheerfully, swatting Scotty's leg with his fist so that the 16 year old would know to pull over. He didn't think his mom would appreciate it if he had to shout over the sound of the wind.

"Jim, are you at home?" His mom's voice was tense, strained.

"Yup, why?" He lied.

"I'll be there in about half an hour…" She trailed off.

"You're on-planet?" Jim's baby-blues widened incredulously.

"Yes, Something's happened, I-I need to talk to you." Jim felt his chest constrict painfully and he signaled to Scotty to 'step on it'! The last time 'something had happened' Frank had punched Sam so hard it sent the older boy to the hospital where he remained in a coma for a little over a week. 'Something's happened' was not a pleasant statement in the Kirk family, it was a drop everything and run sort of statement.

"I um…"

His mom had already hung up.

"What was that about?" Bones asked cautiously as Scotty whipped them around a dusty corner. "Dunno." Said Jim, tight lipped. His hands were fists, resting precariously on his knees. "I need to get home."

"On it, lad." Scotty was already on the road that would open up into Jim's squat house. The second they arrived (coming in from the back so that Frank wouldn't hear the car) Jim reached over Bones's lap and threw open the door, tumbling out. "Sorry guys, see you later!" He gasped, skidding on the dirty ground.

"Jim!" Scotty yelled after him exasperated, "What do you want me to do with the car?!" The blonde haired boy twisted his neck around and threw up his hands. "I DON"T KNOW! Put it in the garage." Bones face palmed and shook his head at Jim's impeccably poor planning. Jesus, one of these days the kid was going to get arrested.

While the two boy's were in the back of the house putting the car away, Jim was wasting no time bursting into the small house and upsetting his stepfather who startled and spilled his boiling cup of coffee all over his grubby work shirt.

"What the FUCK boy?!"

"Soooorry." Jim drawled, not sorry at all, and showing no signs of his earlier panic. Frank was not one to show weakness around. "Where's Sam?"

"Upstairs." The piggish man seethed, grabbing a handful of towels to mop up the stain on his shirt. Jim let out a breathy sigh; his brother was okay. So what had his mom meant?

A tentative knock at the door revealed his friends looking windswept. "Everything okay Jim?" Bones muttered, ever the worrier. Jim shrugged since he didn't know.

"Well, I have to get home, lad…." Scotty trailed off and Jim shot him a grateful smile. They both understood that now wasn't really a great time to hangout.

"Thanks guys…I mean it." They nodded and set off down the road to their respective houses. Jim shut the door closed behind them and awaited his mom's arrival.

It didn't take long but by the time she came rushing in both he and Sam where waiting anxiously, perched on the couch. His brother had received his mom's call right before Jim did but didn't have anymore info. Basically the whole thing was just a huge clusterfuck of nerves.

"Boys…" Winona Kirk sighed as she took in the sight of her two blue eyed kids.

"What's wrong mom?" Jim cut in before she could say any more.

"Where's Frank?"

"Changing."

Winona lifted an eyebrow but didn't ask what for. They waited in tense silence until Frank ambled down the creaky staircase and Jim's mom told them all to sit.

"You won't remember Sam, but when you were younger I had a friend named Amanda-" Jim felt the need to interject (what did that have anything to do with them?) but he stayed quiet, shifting his weight uncomfortably. Winona continued, "She went to Vulcan (Yes Jim, the planet) and married a Vulcan ambassador. I had received news that she recently passed away and her son is in need of a home."

This time it was Sam who asked, 'What about her husband?" Winona swallowed and knitted her eyebrows together. "From what I understand he is still alive but unable to care for his son…or something like that. Since Amanda and I were close friends he reached out to me and asked if I were willing…" A pause, "And I said yes."

At this point Jim was rendered speechless, this was so totally not what he was expecting, not at ALL, but Frank seemed to have hung onto his vocabulary.

"I am not okay with this." His voice settled heavily over all of them like a thick fog cloud. "We barely have enough to support the brats you already have." Winona turned and gave him a small smile, "I couldn't say no."

"You could have."

"No… Amanda and I always joked about raising our kids together. When she moved to Vulcan I never thought I would get the chance to see her again but now…"

"If you allow this I won't stay." Frank threatened, small features growing stony.

"Then don't stay…" Winona's voice was barely a whisper but it made its point. "He'll be here in three days."